“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.” —Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
Most people have 1000 wishes for Christmas; a cancer patient only has one, to get better. I know a lot of you won't reblog this, but my followers will be the few that do. IN honor of someone who has died, or is still fighting, or survived cancer, reblog this.
“Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on.” —Unknown (via kari-shma)